TTS is officially finished being published here. I've almost finished the next book, but it may be a while before I start sharing it due to the fact that I'm stuck. Again.

Forgive me for any spelling mistakes I've made, and I hope that you made it here with all your brain cells intact(I wouldn't have been able to even guarantee that you'd have ten brain cells left if I'd let you read the unedited version).

Sorry for the lack of notes in previous chapters - I'm doing a poor job of navigating here. XD

The next book includes a lot more Steve, btw. On the downside, olds friends become enemies and there's a lot of confuzzlement.

Steve

"This is for dropping a building on my face," he snarls as he lifts a fist and a blade springs out from the mechanical armour. I stare in shock before he slashes out at me. I dodge, and the blade goes into the wall right when my head would've been. I twist his arm, then elbow him in the face. As he staggers back, I grab his armor's right hand and rip off the mechanical glove, then throw it to the ground.

Rumlow quickly recovers, and another blade springs out of the glove on his other hand. He slashes out, growing more frustrated each time I dodge.

I grab the arm as he tries to stab me with the new dagger and punch his arm upward. He grunts, then I kick him in the face. He goes flying backwards.

He hits the ground several feet away with a groan, and I stalk towards him warily as he rises to his knees, facing away from me, and takes off his helmet.

I grab the clunky straps connected to his armour. He grunts as he's forced to look up at me, and I stare in horror. One side of his face is ruined, the shiny scar tissue gleaming awfully. "I think I look pretty good, all things considered," he comments sarcastically, noticing my stare.

"Who's your buyer?" I snap. He looks up at me, his eyes locking with mine in a piercing stare.

"You know he knew you. Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky." the name rolls off his tongue like venom. I lift him off the ground.

"What did you say?" I practically whisper, frowning down at him.

"He remembered you." His eyes are filled with contempt. "I was there. He got all weepy about it. 'Till they put his brain back in a blender." Sadness washes over me, but Rumlow isn't finished. "He wanted you to know something. He said to me… 'Please tell Rogers. When you gotta go, you gotta go'... And you're coming with me." I'm not fast enough to react as the click of the grenade snaps my attention to his hand. I stagger backwards, but it's too late. And then it isn't. All of a sudden, the explosion is contained in an almost-transparent field of red energy.

I look behind me to see Wanda, her face twisted in ferocious concentration as the energy swirls angrily around her hands. Rumlow yells in pain as she lifts both him and the explosion high up into the air, away from the people foolish enough to spectate. The explosion finally breaks free of her barrier, and then disaster strikes. On one side of the building, at least four floors in the corner are completely destroyed, screams ringing out and becoming silenced as the people inside die, while the panicked crowd around us runs. "Oh, my…" I trail off. Wanda puts a hand over her mouth in shock, tears brimming in her eyes.

"..Sam… we need… fire and rescue… on the South side of the building," I speak into my radio. "We gotta get up there," I say, already running. Wanda doesn't move, her hand dropping from her face, but her mouth still open in horror. Her lip trembles.

Bucky remembered me. The thought pushes itself to the front of my mind, giving me hope, and I can't banish it in order to concentrate. Firey determination sparks through me. I will help you, Buck. Just let me find you.

Amy and Bucky will return in

Lies of the Past